THE ONLY EASY DAY IS YESTERDAY
"The Journey of Jeremy Keller"
By OldScout
Part 16
The Wilmont farm was dead quiet. Jeremy got out the truck
and approached the house slowly, assessing the scene. The front yard
was matted with motorcycle tracks and loose laundry rolled in the wind
on the side yard. Curtains flapped out of a broken window on the
second floor above the porch.
Jeremy pulled the revolver from his ankle holster and entered
the house slowly. He knew that whoever had been here was gone, but
the reaction was natural. Laying just inside the door against the wall
was Henry Wilmont with two bullet holes in his chest. Blood streaked
across the floor from where he had fallen to where his body had been
pushed aside.
In the kitchen, Jeremy could see Mrs. Jordon slumped sideways
across the table, her gray hair matted with blood. A knife in her hand
was still in stuck in the pie. Jeremy slowly approached the kitchen and
examined the scene. A scoop had been taken out of the middle of the
pie, apparently by hand. Chunks of the pie were also splattered over the
body of the old woman.
Swallowing hard Jeremy turned away from the kitchen then saw
that the sword was out of its mounting. He scanned the front room and
spotted the weapon laying near the stairs to the second floor. Jeremy
approached the weapon then heard water running upstairs.
At the top of the stairs, Jeremy found only one door open.
Glancing in, he first thought the bed had red sheets on it then realized
they were originally white. He looked more closely at the room and
almost lost his breakfast. There was blood everywhere, the bed was
soaked, there were splatters on the walls, floor and the ceiling. Looking
at the ceiling, Jeremy even thought he could see bloody hand prints
above the bed. Everything else in the room was destroyed, clothes and
bedding were scattered everywhere, he even thought he recognized the
cotton dress Mandy had been wearing. It was hard to tell, since it was
shredded and soaked with blood. The room also stank, not only of the
blood and gore, but of urine and other foul odors.
The thought of Mandy brought Jeremy out of his daze. He
could feel her presence from the quickening then turned toward the
sound of water which had originally brought him up here. Leading out
of the bedroom and across the floor to the bathroom was a messy trail of
bloody foot prints.
Jeremy pushed the bathroom door open, not knowing exactly
what he would find. The room was covered with blood stained water,
bloody towels were scattered everywhere and Mandy stood naked in the
bath tub letting the water wash over her. Water splatter to floor around
the claw foot tub.
Mandy turned and looked at Jeremy "You didn't tell me you had
friends." she whispered. Her body was pale and blue like a corpse.
Bright red scars criss-crossed all over her flesh. The remaining clumps
of her long hair straggled across her back.
"I didn't think they would come looking for me." he stammered.
"And I never thought them capable of this."
"They saw the bike in the old barn." Mandy said through the
stream of water running over her face. "There's a linen closet down the
hall, get me some fresh towels."
Jeremy holstered the pistol and fetched the towels as Mandy
stepped out of the tub. She took one of the towels and started drying
herself then headed down the hall toward one of the other bedrooms.
She wasn't even trying to cover herself from Jeremy.
"Bring the towels in here." she said as she entered the room.
"I'm going to need some clothes. In the back of my walk-in closet is an
old hutch, bring me the bottom drawer."
Jeremy hesitated going into the bedroom, but sure as hell didn't
want Mandy to have to go back in. He worked his way into the room
and fetched what she wanted. Fifteen minutes after going into the bed
room Mandy emerged.
Mandy had cut off her remaining hair leaving it shorter then
Jeremy's. She wore black jeans, a gray t-shirt and a large, black
chamois shirt, opened like a jacket. She walked by Jeremy without
acknowledging him then said as she reached the top of the stairs "I'm
going to need your help in the basement."
Jeremy followed the woman into the old basement of the
farmhouse. She looked around the seldom used area. "When we built
this place a hundred years ago, I swore I'd put away my sword for good.
I was tired of playing the game and fighting for my life at every turn."
Mandy rummaged in a corner for a pry-bar and handed it to
Jeremy. She then picked another heavy bar for herself. Mandy
indicated one of the large pieces of slate that made up the floor and the
two started working their tools to dislodge the stone. Soon the rock was
loosened enough to move it enough to reveal a long wooden box.
The woman pushed past Jeremy and lifted the box out of the
hole and put it on a nearby table. In it was an old oiled cloth which she
unfolded revealing an old sword and two daggers. The sword was
plain and straight with just a few non-descript designs carved into the
handle. The blade was a simple two sided weapon that had been forged
smooth, but never polished to a shine. The two daggers matched the
style of the sword one was small, about eight inches from tip of the
blade to the butt of the handle. The other was larger, around twelve
inches long.
Mandy lifted the sword from the box and swung it around a bit.
"This was my father's sword." she said with a somber look in her eyes.
"I thought I had buried this part of my life forever." She then removed
the daggers and closed the box. She quickly stashed the daggers under
her shirt. As she lifted the tail of the shirt, Jeremy realized she was
wearing sheaths for the two weapons, one, a belt sheath secured across
her waist and the other strapped across her back for the longer knife.
"Lets go" she said, "I think they were heading west."
"Your going after them?" Jeremy said, not really surprised.
"They killed my grandson and a woman who was once my best
friend." She shivered a bit "Not to mention what those animals did to
me." She then looked at the young man "If you don't have the stomach
for what needs to be done, I'll understand."
"They came here looking for me, after I warned them to stay
away. I would be going after them no matter what." Jeremy replied.
"Do you have a sword?" Mandy asked as they climbed back up
to the ground floor.
Jeremy lifted the lid to the box seat and pulled his duffel out. "I
don't play the game." he said, "I just protect myself the only way I
know." He then pulled the shotgun out of the bag and started loading
shells into it.
to be continued..............
